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You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.You make me happyWhen skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that
another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help
her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.
They found out that the new baby was going be a girl,
and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister
in mommy's tummy.He was building a bond of love
with his little sisterbefore he even met her.
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in
Morristown , Tennessee.
In time, the labour pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But
serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of
labour.
Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle,
Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious
condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed
the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital,
Knoxville , Tennessee.
The days inched by. The little girl got worse.
The paediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little
hope. Be prepared for the worst.
Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery
about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special
room in their house for their new baby but now they found
themselves having to plan for a funeral.
Michael however, kept begging his parents to let him see his
sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying.
Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was
over.
Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids
are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take
Michael whether they liked it or not.
If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an
oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He
looked like a walking laundry basket.
The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, 'Get that kid out of here now. No children are
allowed!' The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-
mannered lady glared steel eyed right into the head
nurse's face, her lips a firm line.
'He is not leaving until he sings to his sister' she stated.Then Karen towed Michael to
his sister's bedside.He gazed at the tiny infant
losing the battle to live.After a moment, he began to
sing.
In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:
'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy
when skies are gray.' Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.
'Keep on singing, Michael,' encouraged Karen with tears in
her eyes.'You never know, dear, how
much I love you, please don't take my
sunshine away.'
As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged,
strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr ‘
Keep on singing, sweetheart.'
'The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you
in my arms' Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
'Keep on singing, Michael.' Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.
Karen glowed.'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my
sunshine away.‘
Woman's Day Magazine called it
“The Miracle of a Brother's Song.”
The medical staff just called it a
miracle.Karen called it a miracle of
Jesus love.